Ellie belfiglio

When I hear this sound that awakens me, intimidating its way into my cloistered night, I write…

“GARDNER”

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Ellie belfiglio

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Love, like a hidden blossom stands;

Shelters in the cage of heart and commands-

A sensitive Gardner to care;

Waters the root, cleans the air.

Before the malicious insects change-

The beautiful blooms to strange.

Make home inside the roots the vicious ant;

Never mind the sensitivity of poor plant!

Be my Gardner, water my root.

Juicy and healthy I’ll be as fruit.

Blossoms open, love flourishes.

My regret remains after all the wishes…

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Ellie

Passion for art

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Author: elliebelfiglio

I am a professor, a poet, an author, and an immigrant. I am the survival of many political and economical hardship. As a political immigrant, it took me a long time to master the English language and to come to terms that I can never see my family again. "THE PARTING FROM MY FAMILY WAS THE BEGINNING OF A FRIENDSHIP THAN THE END OF OUR FRIDAYS!" My autobiography, "THE RAIN STOPS IN TEXAS" was published in 1997 by Eakin Press. It can be found in Amazon. As Ernest Hemingway says, write about something you know, most of my novels are about cultural difference of the old and new and American style of living compare to my home country. My poetry are in all forms. I write as they come to me. My first draft is always my last draft. "THIS IS MY WORLD, WELCOME!" "THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE!"

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